Well, the cat was pure white. And very fluffy.
It was a male cat, and I was reading with the Wheel of Change Tarot.
I was talking about a court card and I was in the kitchen of the establishment.
Elvis was presiding over the reading. He was in his white leather suit, atop the fridge, in bust form, and in full, living color. He was off to my right, and a little behind me. Let us just say, Elvis had my back.
Behind me to the left was a rather large aquarium containing a very very large turtle. And the turtle would get to swishing around in there and flipping over a large skull that decorated his pond. He seemed to be watching me, and later they told me they feed him chicken and all sorts of things. Hmmm.
So the readings were being punctuated by flames and turtle antics.
As for the offending cat, he was ok.
The sitter I was with went off straight away to find the hostess who was also her sister. I asked her to do this because I was concerned about the dear tabby.
And the flame was very high and very bright. It went right up the cat's side and was sparkly to boot, because lots of the fluffy longer hairs were going up in flames.
The cat was fine, and he avoided me and the kitchen for the rest of the night.
One of the theories I came up with was that the ghost of the house lured him up there in an attempt to get rid of him. Reportedly, the place was haunted.